"It is true, then, what I hear," he said, slowly. "Your brother has deserted the King?"
The change in her mood matched his. She drew herself up and looked at him with flashing eyes and uplifted head.
"My brother will not continue his allegiance to a sovereign who proposes to raise a tradesman"s daughter to the throne of Theos, and who has offered an insult to our family."
"I am sorry to hear you talk like this," he answered. "The King has not willingly affronted you. It was your brother to whom he owes his throne. He has not forgotten it--he is never likely to forget it. He regarded you both as his best friends here. As for Sara Van Decht, the King would take no step without the sanction and consent of his people. She will be one of the richest women in Europe, and the whole of her dowry would be spent for the good of Theos. Even then if the voice of the people were against it the King would yield. The one aim of his life is the welfare of Theos and her people."
"So far in his care of them," she said, scornfully, "he has met with but little success. When before have the Turks crossed the frontier of our territory? When before have we been in such grievous straits as these?"
"For these things," he answered, "the King is blameless. This invasion of Theos is a long planned undertaking. Nothing could have stopped it.
I believe that no other man in the world would have met the situation with so much skill and so resourcefully."
She was silent for a moment. Her very calmness seemed ominous. It seemed to him that underneath she was trembling with pa.s.sion.
"Marie," he said, "I wonder that you are so blinded by this senseless prejudice against the King. But leave him for the moment out of the question. You love your country. For centuries the name of your family has been a great one in the history of Theos. Yet to-day both you and your brother are making a terrible mistake. You are drifting towards her enemies."
"Enough!" she cried. "I can see that you are still for the King."
"Most surely," he answered.
"You will not discontinue those letters?"
"No!"
She pointed to the door.
"Find your way out--if you can," she ordered, furiously. "I do not care what becomes of you. Only leave me!"
He took a quick step towards her, and grasped her wrists.
"Marie," he said, with a sudden hoa.r.s.e pa.s.sion, "you can send me out to be shot if you like, but you shall kiss me first."
Her anger pa.s.sed away like magic. Her slender arms drew his face down to hers. Her eyes were soft with tears.
"Dear," she murmured, "you shall not leave me like this. I thought that you had come here to join us--because you knew that I wanted you.
And you speak only of the King as your friend--who is our enemy. Will you not be reasonable? There are brighter days in store for Theos.
Stay with us and share them."
He shook his head sadly.
"You are being deceived," he said. "There is only one man who can save this country, and that man is Ughtred of Tyrnaus. He is honest--Domiloff is a rogue. These schemes of his have but one possible ending, and that is slavery for Theos--the total loss of her independence. Oh, it is all so plain, Marie--Domiloff"s wiles are so transparent. Let me see your brother and reconcile him to the King."
"It is too late," she answered. "It is impossible."
"I have come here with a message from the King to him," he declared.
"I must at least deliver it."
Her eyes gleamed with pa.s.sion. Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck.
"You are very foolish, and I don"t know why I should care for you,"
she cried, "but I do, I do! Listen. This is not your country. You are not a Thetian subject; the King has no claim upon you. If you will not help us, go away until it is all over. You can easily do that. Go away and wait. I will send for you when it is all over. You will see then that I was right. No! you must not kiss me any more, dear. You must do as I say. Listen!"
She sprang away from him. There were footsteps in the corridor outside. Her face was ashen, a look of terror flashed in her eyes.
"They have found you out," she cried. "It is Domiloff and his men.
Heaven help us!"
CHAPTER XLI
But, after all, it was only Nicholas of Reist who entered. He closed the door behind him carefully, and approached them. Brand stepped forward.
"I have a message for you," he said.
Reist smiled.
"A message which it seems you found necessary to deliver to my sister," he remarked. "I have not been informed of your desire to see me."
"I should not have left the house without doing so," Brand answered.
"My message is from the King."
"Proceed."
Reist stood motionless before the window. In the clear daylight the physical change in the man was painful enough to witness. The flesh had fallen away from his cheeks, leaving great hollows underneath his eyes. His forehead was furrowed with lines, his pallor was unnatural and unwholesome. Brand saw these things, and wondered more than ever how the defection of such a man could have been brought about.
"The King bade me seek you out and remind you that in all human probability before to-morrow"s sun has set the great battle will have been fought. The Turks are concentrating before Solika, and it is there that we shall fight. Your men are asking for you. At such a crisis in the history of your country the King does not believe that you will be content to sit in idleness. He bids you come, and afterwards seek for redress, if any is needed, in the matters which rest between you and him."
"I thank you," Reist said, slowly. "To the King I return no answer to his message. To you I say this. I have lost confidence in Ughtred of Tyrnaus. I regret that my hand ever raised him to the throne. I recognize him no longer as the ruler of this country."
"Then you are a rebel?" Brand exclaimed. "Is that what you mean?"
Reist"s dark eyes were lit with fire.
"Be careful, sir," he said, fiercely. "Those are not the words to be used to a Duke of Reist. By inheritance and by virtue of my name I, too, am the guardian of these people of Theos. I have lived with them all my life, as did my fathers and my grandfathers before me. Their freedom and their happiness are a solemn charge to me. I have come to the conclusion that Ughtred of Tyrnaus is not able to maintain for them either."
"Then who is?" Brand asked. "This war is none of his seeking. How in G.o.d"s name could he do more for Theos than stand at the head of her people with drawn sword, prepared to die rather than submit to this barbarous invasion? Is there higher patriotism than this?"
"The King is your friend," Reist answered, "and you judge him from your own standpoint. Yet I am willing to admit that he is a brave man.
Few cowards have ever sprung from Thetian stock. But bravery is not everything, and in the present case it can avail him nothing. The odds are too overwhelming. If Theos is to be saved it will not be at the point of the sword."
Brand was within an ace of losing his temper. His cheeks were flushed and his voice was not so steady as usual.
"Theos will never be saved by those who plot with such rogues as Domiloff behind the city walls," he exclaimed. "Duke of Reist, I know you to be a brave man, or I would not dare to use these words to you.
You are being grossly deceived. The Turks, and now you, are the catspaw of Russia. Domiloff"s mission is to secure Theos for a Russian state. Oh, can"t you see through his miserable scheming? I am an outsider in the game. Perhaps for that reason I am the better judge--I see the clearer. It is so simple! There will be a supposed rising of the people. You, or another of Domiloff"s puppets, will be set up as King or Protector. The hand of Turkey will be stayed I grant you, but at the cost of an indemnity which you will never be able to pay. There will be a Russian loan, secured upon the customs and the receipts of the country. Every link in the chain of bondage is as clear as day.
Russians will stream over your frontiers and settle in your cities.
Everywhere Theos will have to give way to the new influence. In ten years at the most the thing will be complete. Theos will become a second Poland. Duke of Reist, you are at heart a patriot and a brave soldier, but you are no match for Domiloff in what he would call his modern diplomacy. Arrest him. His presence in the city is illegal. You have every justification. Out to the camp and take your place by the King"s side. I know something of war, and I know that your cause is far from hopeless. At least you can hold the Turks in check, and I tell you that intervention is no longer a dream. England is at this moment hesitating, and if she moves Germany will stand by her. Don"t make the mistake of your life. Take down your sword, order your horses and ride with me to Solika."